Together

Chapter 6 Care

Jonathan was livid at Jace's words.  "What ?!?!" When no one answered him. He push away from the table and went to find his sister. He was torn between holding her in his arms and telling her he would never let their father hurt her again or forcing her to tell him where their father was so he could end him just for hurting her. As he was racing past the train room where he heard movement.  He forced the door open to see his sister throwing arrows from a rafter.

"Where is he?" He shouted up at her before he could get his thoughts in line. He felt the others behide him.

"He? Which He brother I know so many men." She laughed at her own words.

"The beast." Before he could continue she said.

"I believe ' The beast' is behide you holding your mother. If you want I'll help you dispose of him. I have been wanting to mount a wolves head onto the wall of my fireplace."

"No!!!" It was the first time he yelled at her and in that moment he wished he never had as he saw the pain that flashed across his face. "I'm sorry I yelled at you. Why did our father whip you? How could he tell you he loved you and then just whip you like your some kind of animal?" She jumped down off the rafter knife in hand. She walked right up to him and looked him dead in the eyes.

"Our father never whipped me. " She was remembering the first time her father had to punish her. She had thrown a tantrum and gone into the kitchen where every glass object she found she threw all over till it was nothing but shards. Her mother had been so angry she put Clary in her room still screaming and crying. Her eyes closed and she took in a breath.

Clary's cries had quieted to hiccups by the time Molley brought her to her father's study. Her eyes were puffy and her throat hurt as Molly shut the door leaving Clary to her father.  Her father was such a grand man. He was so tall and handsome. Someday she wanted to paint her father just like this.

Faced turned away.  He wore a white button up and black slacks. His hair was slicked back and he had a glass of wine in his hand as he faced the roaring fire.

"You've been so bad while I was away little one." He said to her as he put the wine down and faced her.

"I'm a Morgenstern we're all a little bad." She said so much like her mother and before he relized what he had done he raised his hand and struck her acrossed the face.

"Don't say such a thing Jocelyn!" He screamed at her as she fell to the ground with a cry. The sound brought him out of his flash back. Suddenly it wasn't Jocelyn who was scooting away and cowering in the corner from him it was his daughter. His sweet , innocent little girl. His angel, his world.  and for the first time ever he had struck her like a monster. She got to her feet and ran out of the room as shame wash though the once great Valentine Morgenstern. 

"The whip marks on your back beg to differ." Jace said looking her dead in her beautiful green eyes. He felt something deep in his chest. Some foreign need for this girl with the broken look in her eyes.

"Those were given to me by a pack of wolves. I was only twelve ,barely had my first mark, when it happened." she shut and locked away the thought before it could cloud her mind. The room grew silent as they all looked at her. Searching for something to say but none could think of anything.

"You could have healed them with and izarte. why didn't you?" Luke asked with shame in his voice. " A beautiful girl like you doesn't deserve to have such an ugly thing on her."  She laughed at that. Only for a moment before she got a sad look on her face and a distant look in her eyes.

"My love doesn't think they're ugly and neither do I. They tell a story and a reminder. A reminder that I have survived things that no little girl should. That I have walked though hell and came out victorious. " She put the knife away and yawned.  she pushed passed them to the door when she heard.

"You can sleep with me tonigh." Jonathan didn't turn to face her . But if he had he would have seen a world of emotion.

" Not tonight. I need to get my thoughs straight and if i'm correct you have a lot of questions that you want to ask me." He blushed and nodded his head and it brought a smile to his sister's face.

"Of course he does but they will have to wait the silent brothers will be here in the morning to see you." She groaned as she walked out and to the bedroom she had earlier claimed on the walk to the kitchen. It was plain and clean just like every other room in the institute and it had a great view of the city and the moon.

She pulled off her clothes and threw them down next the large dresser , that was pushed to the edge of the bathroom door, where the rest of the clothes Isabelle had given her were. She pulled on a pair of small black shorts and a lacy , black night gown she also put a black robe onto her night stand. For some reason she felt like something big was gonna happen tonight.

Sebastian had finally been let out of the basement where he had been forced to sit and wait till he was finally released. the first thing he did was race to his father and let out his angry thoughts.

"Why would you let her go?" His father didn't move away from the window. He was staring out onto the city a glass of wine in his hand.

"It was her idea. I simply asked for her what she would do." His father's voice was like the dead.

"So what do you plan to do while she is out risking her life. Do you plan to just sit here and do nothing." He screamed out in rage. The though of anything happening to his little sister was going to drive him mad. His father turned and stared into his sons demonic eyes.

"You have no say in this. You have yet to earn your place back among this family! And where it not for Clarissa  you would be dead! SO DON'T YOU DARE DOUBT HER!!!"

"I DON'T DOUBT HER!!!" he shouted before he left the room and slammed the door. His thoughts were already made up if his father wouldn't do something he would. And he be damned if he was gonna care what his father said and he didn't even care about how angry Clary would be. He was going after whether she liked it or not.